Oh, he was nice as pie to you when you had millions in his bank.

I reckon we'd like him fetched out of there just as quick as can be.

As far as the leavin' goes, no matter how sorry Mr. Drysdale goes to treatin' us, we gotta stay a night longer.

So, who do you think is going to take his place as the suave, continental leading man?

As it says here in this letter, we owe the bank $34.70.

You deserve the best.

I bet you you two's home.

Bless you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Well, Jake, you made it, just like you said you would.

You want me to run you in?

Not you, Jake.

Thank you, sir.

I caught you!

Thank you, ma'am.

Well, thank you.

You look marvelous.

Granny, you ain't fixing to fraud Wendell, are you?

You are a bum.